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ox TH E OTHER SIDE.-'
Oh heart, my heart, how strange to yearn no
more
With weepings bitter for the long-lost peace
How strange to find thyself at Heaven's door
Where tears forever cease.
In the fair country where sin enters not,
And where adibcth everlasting rest,
Think you, my soul, your sins shall be forgot,
And ye be biest!
No more, no more, to hunger thpie for love,
No more to thirst for blessings long desired.
"Thy (aee is foul with weeping," but nbove
Tllou shall be satislicd!
What shall it be to find all fair within,
Pure as the angles in the highest Heaven
To feel no more temptations, and no sin
That npeds to be forgotten
No more repining—no more vain regret
No longing to lie down and fall asleep?
Oh heart^ my heart, how strange when ye
forget
The way to weep
Oh, light devine that shineth from his face,
In the fair country that doth need no sun!
Oh, happy suil, be'thanklul that thy race
Is well nigh run I
Roll golden sun—roll swiftly toward the west
Down happy day when "many woes shall
cease
Come quickly. Lord, thy people wait the rest
Ot Thine abiding peace.
He Was Rich.
From ii Xt'\v ork Letter.
A lew weeks since pleasure yacht
was capsized in New York harbor and
five of the persons on board were
drowned. Mr. Garner, the owner of
the yacht, and his wife being among
the number. This accident was in it
self no more appalling than hundreds
of others which are duly chronicled
in the press from week to week, still
within a few hours after its occur
rence our city papers were filled with
staring head lines, such as ''Heart
rending Calamity—Terrible Accident
in Xew York Harbor." etc.. etc.. fol
lowed by a brief account of how it oc
curred and a long eulogistic personal
history of Mr. Garner, ending by in
forming the public that he was rich.
The illustrated papers posted off their
artists to obtain portraits of the gen
tleman named and his wife, which
duly appeared in their columns, they
not forgetting to inform their readers
that the deceased were rich. Even
the very waters which rolled over the
sunken yacht and its precious burden,
and the dozens of small craft filled
with idlers listlessly hovering about,
were duly sketched for the delecta
tion of the people. For a week or
more following the disaster, column
after column of our daily papers were
filled with accounts of it, not the
smallest scrap pertaining to Mr. Gar
ner's wealth being omitted.
In the search for the good deeds of
the deceased it was discovered that he
paid the men who catered to his per
sonal comforts and pleasures •'liber
ally"—a glorious thing to do, and,
judging from the comments of the
daily press of this city, one might sup
pose it was the first instance on record
of a man spending money freely to
gratify his own personal pleasure.
But in addition to the hundreds of
columns filled with eulogium of this
rich sportsman and the manner in
which he met his death, nearly every
church in New York and Brooklyn
bowed to Mammon, and their pastors
feelingly referred to his loss—and all
because he was rich.
Scarcely a day passes in which some
worthy person does not meet death in
fully as tragic a manner as did Mr.
Garner, but a line—a paragaaph at
most—is all that the press bestows to
their memory or good deeds in life,
unless they happen to be wealthy if
so, the eulogium is drawn out to' cor
respond with the length of the purse
of the deceased!
Of course we have nothing to say in
regard to the virtures of those who
lost their lives in the ill-fated acht,
never having heard of them before
their death, and naught we know they
may have been the very "salt of the
earth." but neither vices nor virtues
were named in the vivid accounts
given of the catastrophe in the press
of our city, but the burden of it was,
bonds, stocks, landed property and
great wealth—allot-which seemed to
stimulate the facile pens chronicling
the sad event. Neither would we un
dervalue wealth or the talents a man
must possess to accumulate and keep a
store of this world's goods, in order to
provide for his own wants and those
depending on him for support bu
this long-continued laudation and bow
ing down to Mammon, as in the case
under consideration, is,to say the least,
disgusting, and unbecoming a people
who claim to appreciate and exalt
personal integrity and indvidual worth
above gold.
A\ hat a lesson to our joung men and
women. Does it not seem to them, as
plain as words and actions can say,
seek and obtain wealth above all things
else Get money, and your name and
fame shall be heralded throughout tke
length and breadth, of the land, and
uhen deatli conies you will be remem
bered in prayers offered up from a
thousand pulpits.
Is it any wonder, under such a con
dition of society, that men become cor
rupt and women stoop to intrigue and
infamy to obtain that which possesses
the power to silence calumny and open
gates of praise
~\n "able seaman" from Ardamur
chin was at the tiller of his sloop one
night shortly after the introduction
ot colored signal lights on ships. A
steamer was approaching, and Archy
saw the green and red light for the
first time at sea. He astonished Ids
shipmates by yelling out, "Hard a
port—hard a port! We're gaun richt
intae the 'pothecary's shop at Gour
ock
A Sad End in a Massachusetts Poor-House.
The Boston Herald of Thursday tells
the following sad story: "At the
Medway Poor Farm, on Monday, died a
man who merits more than passing no
tice—Hon. Warren Lovering, familiar
ly known as the 'Old Sqire,' a man of
power in political circles twenty years
ago, a State Senator and a member of
Gov. Briggs* Council, and the man who
gave the late Henry Wilson his first
upward push in political life. Two
years after Wilson became Vice Presi
dent his old-time patron went to the
town poor farm for a home. At his
father's death the Squire came into the
possession of a large estate, consisting
principally of several large farms in
Medway indeed it was hard to deter
mine where his boundary line ended,
so extensive was his domain, em
bracing nearly all of the lower portion
of the village of Medway. At about
the age of fifty he married a young
wife, the daughter of a political as
sociate and ex-Lieutennnt Governor.
Incompatibility of temparement soon
began to have its effect. The young
wife was fond of company and display,
while the Squire grew morose in dispo
sition and penurious in practice. The
breach continued to widen, and the
resources became crippled. Farm
after farm was mortgaged and never
redeemed, and soon his whole estate
Avas sunk in debt. A separation was
finally agreed upon, and the old Squire
shut himself up to live alone. So sour
ed had his disposition become that his
clients left him one by one, and soon
his practice was gone.
One by one the mortgages on his
property were foreclosed he would
pay neither debt nor interest, and the
best of his farms were sold under the
hammer. The remainder were left
tenantless, and went to ruin and de
cay. Finally illness set in, and an at
tempt was made to settle up his affairs
His wife was appealed to by the au
thorities, and she agreed to look after
him for the remainder of his days, if
the remnant of his property, a dwell
ing in the village, was put into her
hands. This was agreed to, and she
took him to her own home in Hollis
ton. But the peace did not last long,
and it was decided to send him to the
poor farm, as he needed care and treat
ment, the town taking charge of the
house in question, and applying the
rent toward paying for his support.
Here he remained about a year, and on
Monday morning last he breathed his
last, with no kind or loving relative
near to smooth his dying pillow. He
died a hard death, struggling with the
destroying angel from 4 p. m. Sunday
to 7 a. m. Monday. He was almost
eighty years old. Charles River Lodge,
F. and A. M., of which he was a mem
ber, took charge of his obsequies,
which occurred in the Congregational
Church at 10 a. m. yesterday. The
coffin was of rosewood, and elegantly
ornamented. In the absence of Rev.
R. K. Harlow, Pastor of the Church.
Rev. E. 0. Jameson, of East Medway,
officiated. In his address he alluded
briefly to the public career of the de
ceased, stating that he was a graduate
of Brown University and of high liter
ary ability a power in public affairs,
and a man whom the town and State
were glad to honor. The only mourn
ers present were the wife and nieces
of the deceased, the town fathers, and
members of the legal profession. The
only brother of the deceased, Judge
Lovering, residing in a distant State,
was unable to be present owing to
weight of years. At the cemetery the
usual Masonic honors were tendered to
his memory.''
The La*t Scene in the Servian Tragedy.
A correspondent of the London Dai
ly Telegraph writes from Belgrade:
This Servian play, with its murky at
mosphere of gunpowder, its lurid Hash
es of fire and grim glitterings of steel,
its deafening noise, its hurry and con
fusion—above all. its final display of
corpses, disposed in grisly" heaps
amongst frowning rocks^ and bearing
silent witness to a ferocity content
with nothing short of extermination—
has recurred often and very vividly to
my mind during the last two or three
days, while I have been reading the
latest accounts of the conflicts recently
waged upon Servian soil. The crown
ing catastrophe during the war threat
ens to resemble with awful fidelity that
of the drama in question. As the Ser
vians have sown so are they reaping.
Themselves blood-thirsty and merci
less, they have challenged a no less
sanguinary and pitiless foe, superior
to them in numbers, courage, discipline
and endurance. The Osmanli does not
do the atrocious work of war in a half
hearted way when his blood is st irred
and his passions inflamed, he "kills,
burns, and destroys,'' nor can he beWashington,
restrained from so doing by anything
short of death or disablement. The
most obedient and even placable of
men when his pulse beats temperately,
fanaticism and the excitement of bat
tle—sounds convert him into a furious
monomaniac, whose one idea is "De
stroy.'' I have seen him at this sort
of work once in it, he is well nigh as
dangerous to friend as to toe. And he
is in it now, up to the hilts.
"Were the war miraculously put a
stop to to-day, Servia, though she mer
its a severe lesson for her treachery
and lawless ambitious, would be found
to have already suffered a punishment
more than adequate to the degree of
her turpitude. Devastation, annihil
iation, as far as such an achievement
may be physicially possible, bear
ghastly witness to the passage of the
Turkish troops, as they press irresist
ibly forward to the heart of the prin
cipality. What horrible tidings are
these that reach us daily Where are
the glorious vineyards of Negotin—
of a whole district as large as Shrop
shire, and as well-to-do as the Gironde
They are turned to ashes. The fine
yellow wine of Negotin, famous
throughout eastern Europe, is dried
up at its source, and with it the pros
perity, the very existence of the most
thriving and contented population in
the principality—Kuiazevitz burnt to
the ground—Saitchar pillaged—Glad
ovo a heap of ruins the peasantry fly
ing in thousands from their homes in
all the frontier lands, and gradually
converging upon Belgrade, with the
avenger behind them deadly fevers
breaking out all around the scorched
battle-fields, upon which the dead lie
putrifying in as yet uncounted num
bers national bankruptcy, panic,
foreshadowings of starvation—these
are the themes of the letters that
reach us, batch after batch, from a
country only three days' journey from
the German capital! The unfortunate
prince, at length emancipated from
the illusions which have hitherto fet
tered and weighed down his naturally
diffident and unambitious disposition,
and aghast at the conviction that he
has been made the cat's paw of utterly
unscrupulous men, is at his wits' end
to discover some not altogether ruin
ous and dishonoring means of escape
from the terrible embroglio into
which he has allowed himself to be
thrust his unprincipled councillors
are smuggling their valuables across
the Danube into places of safety, and
his people are plunged into the deep
est depths of black despair. At such
a moment the irony of fate bestows
upon him an heir Xo more distress
ing spectacle has been seen since the
Polish insurrection of 1803 than tl^e
present state of vanquished Ser\ia.
Hi". GroniMl£tbr Divorce.
A Raleigh lawyer (says the Sentinel)
was interviewed yesterday by an ag
riculturalist living a score of miles
from the city, who said he wanted to
secure a divorce from his wife.
"You don't live happily with her,
eh inquired the attorney.
"No we don't seem to hitch wuth a
cent." was the quiet reply.
"Does she scalp and fret, and make
your home a hell upon earth, so toaroma
speak continued the lawyer.
"That's her, exactly."
"And you are prepared to piove
that you have a peaceful disposition.
and that you have done everthing you
could to make home pleasant!"'
"You bet I am Anybody as knows
me will swear that I wouldn't hurt a
flea, and that I move around home like
an angel."
"Well, I guess we can make out a
case," said the lawyer, as he took up
his pen and began to dot down the
points. After a moment he inquired
"Do you think that your wife will
contest the case Has she any de
fense
"Waal, now, I never thought of
that," slowly replied the farmer. I
didn't know as she had anything to
say about it."'
"She may have. Has she any
grounds for complaint against you
"1 don't know much about law,"'
answered the client in a hesitating
way. "1 know I've got a hankering
after her sister Marier, and her sister
Marier has a hankering after me, but
whether them is good grounds for
complaint 1 don't know!"
The lawyer hasn't filed a bill yet.
Badly Cheated.
Mr. Jot a certain town in Ver
mont, is not distinguished for liber
ality, either of purse or opinion. His
ruling passion is a fear of being cheat
ed. The loss, whether real or fan
cied, of a few cents, would give him
more pain than the destruction of
anconfined
entire navy. He once bought a large
cake of tallow at a country store at
ten cents a pound. On breaking it to
pieces at home, it was found to con
tain a large cavity. This he consider
ed a terrible disclosure of cupidity and
fraud, lie drove furiously back to the
store, entering in great excitement,
bearing the cake of tallow, exclaiming
vehemently
"Here, you rascal, you have cheated
me Do you call that an honest cake
of tallow? It is hollow, and there
ain't near so much as there appeared
to be. 1 want you to make it right."
"Certainly,"' replied the merchant.
"I'll make it right. I didn't know the
cake was hollow. You paid ten cents
a pound. Now, Mr. how much do
you suppose the hole will weigh
The Reason.
A gentleman who held a responsible
position under the government at
concluded to change his
lodgings. He sent one of the waiters
at the hotel where he had selected his
apartments after his baggage. Meet
ing the waiter an hour or two after
ward, he said
"Well, John, did jou bring my bag
gage over
"No, sah," blandly responded the
sable gentlemen.
"AVhy, what was the reason T"
"Case, sah, the gentleman in the
office said that you had not paid vour
bill."'
"Not paid my bill AVhy, that's sin
gular he knew me very well when he
kept the Girard House in Philadel
phia.*'
"Well, mebbe," replied John,
thoughtfully scratching his head, "dat
was de reason why he wouldn't give
me the baggage."
Six women are at present Knights of
the Grand Cross of the Legion of Hon
or. They are all good nights.
Xijni-Xovgorod.
From the Loudon Times.
The great Russian fair, which sixty
years since was transferred to Nijni
Novgorod from its ancient locality
in the meadows near the monastery of
Macarieva, opens on the 25th of June
(old style), and comes to a close early
in September. Mr. Doria, Secretary
of the British Embassy at St. Peters
burg, reports that it is calculated that
1,000,0 0 persons visited the fair last
year, and about 150,000 of them were
resident at a time, for a longer or
shorter period, during the fair. The
value of the merchandise actually sold
at the fair has risen from 49,000,000
roubles in 1847 to 165,000,000 in 1874.
In the last-named year upwards of
6,000 shops were let. The site, at the
confluence of the rivers Oka and Volga
is unrivalled in the whole Empire for
water communication. Between the
immense market-halls and the moats
which surrounds them is the celebrat
ed subterranean gallery, washed by
the waters from Lake Mestcherski,
which, rushing with great impetus in
to the gallery, cleanses it thoroughly,
carrying away all rubbish into the
River Okah, whose level is six yards
lower than that of the lake. The whole
sale trade in iron, in digerent forms,
amounted at the fair in 1875 to 5,557,
800 poods of 36 pounds each, sold for
15.955,000 roubles, equal, at 33d., to
£2,193,812. Tea of the value of up
wards of 10,000.000 roubles was also
sold. Along the banks of the lake
enormous pyramids of chests of tea
are heaped upon the ground, covered
only with matting made from the in
ner bark of the birch tree. These
ehests of tea, called "tsibiki." are so
packed as to be impervious to rain or
damp. Outside the ordinary wooden
chest is a covering of wicker-work or
cane of bamboo round which, at Kiah
ta. raw bull-hides are tightly stretched,
with the hair inwards. These chests
arrive at Nijni from China, having
been received in barter, at Kiakhta or
Maimatchin, on the Chinese border of
Russia, for Russian manufactures of
cotton or wool the transport then be
ing on the backs of camels to Oren
bourg, and then in rude carts to the
Riveis Kamma and Volga. It is these
'•tsibiki" which contain that peculia
Kiakhta. Balkhoff tea, whose taste and
are unequalled by any other
kind of tea imported into Europe from
China. But Kiakhta tea now encoun
ters a formidable rival in the tea im
ported thiough the Suez Canal and
Odessa, as well as from England, and
which bears the name of Canton tea.
Large sales are made of corn and of
leather at the fair, of fruits from Per
sia, of madder and wine from the Cau
casus, and of cotton and skins from
Bokhara.
Yellow Fever in Savannah.
Georgia papers report the prevalence
of yellow fever in Savannah in an ep
idemic form. Hundreds of residents
of that city are pouring into the upper
towns of the State by every train. The
Atlanta constitution of Sept. 1st, says
From the most reliable sources at our
command we gather that the disease
first made its appearance, some days
ago, in the low sailors* boarding houses
in the river quarters of the city. This
fact would argue that it come thither
from some foreign port, most probable
brought by a vessel touching at a Cu
ban port. There were several deaths
before it came to be admitted that the
disease was really of the yellow type,
but the symptoms became pronounced
and could no longer be mistaken. In
one case we are told that the black
vomit was fully discovered. The dis
ease began to spread and take in other
portions of the city, and the physi
cians began to prepare for a hard and
tough fight with the terrible foe. As
yet it would seem that the disease has
itself in the main to that
class subject to its ravages, being those
people who have the least regard to
temperance and cleanliness. If reports
from all intelligent and sincee sources
can be relied upon, the fearful fever
is gaining a prevalance among this
mass which will baffle all the skill of
the meddical profession for some time
to come. Numbers are being prostrat
ed daily bat thus far the malignant
form of the disease is rare.
Poll}'-. Revenge.
Mrs. B.\s parrot was very fond ot
crackers and milk, and so was Tom.
her cat. who would watch her chance
to rob poor Poll's tin cup, running his
long fore paw through the bars of the
cage and taking out piece by piece
until the dish was empty. One unlucky
day Tom sat by the bide of the ca e,Custer
Polly, as usually, scratching his head
and whispering in an unknown lang
guage, when, as sudden as a Hash of
lightning, he grabbed the cat's tail in
his bill and bit off nearly an inch as
smoothly as if it had been done with a
knife. Then such roars of triumph,
laughter, and fun he did not stop
screaming for an hour. Tom stole no
more.
A gentleman caught a negro carrying
off some of his fancy poultry the other
night. "What are you doing with my
chickens?" he yelled. was gwine
fer to fetch em back boss, here's a
nigger roun' here what's been "sputin"
longer me 'bout dem chicftens. I sed
day wuz Coackin' Chjniz an' lie sed
dey wuz Alabamar pullets, an' 1 wuz
ies taken 'em fer ter 'stablish my nol
lege. Dey don't lay no aigs, does dey,
boss? Ef dey does, I'm mighty much
'shamed er hustling ov 'em roun'. Aigs
is scase."
Thousands of base deceivers are
hung every night—on the backs of
chairs.
Ancient and Modern Novels.
Krcin the London Saturday Revlfew.
There is an clement in the. prose
fiction of the last century which places
it in strong contrast with the novel of
the present time. We are now inclin
ed to regard the novelist as before all
things an artist. His work is judged
by the laws proper to imaginative lit
erature, and success or failure is reck
oned by reference to a standard which
would have been scarcely understood
by the writers or by the public of an ear
lier time. On one point particular
modern critics are wont to be unf aingly
ly severe. The novelist is not permitted
to be a teacher of morals. Pardon may
be granted for other faults of style or
knowledge, but the fault of attempted
instruction is deemed unpardonable,
and the writer who now undertakes to
deliver sage counsel on the rewards of
virtue or the perils of vice is at once
and confidently judged to be ignorant
of the first principles of his craft.
This modern view of the require
ments of fiction is curiouslv opposed to
the practice of the writers of "the las
century. There, at least, we find no
doubt in the mind of the author as to
the propriety of instructing his read
ers. The novel was understood to be
the vehicle for discursive com en
upon manners and morals, and the ele
ment in fiction now held to be su
preme,occupied in then only a subordi
nate place. The gift of characteriza
tion, since discovered to be the one en
during element in those cumbrous
works of fiction, was held at the time
to be subject to the power of the essay
ist the individual personages of the
history slowly emerged from a world
of wise and witty comment offered in
dependently by the author and when
we strive to reach the- motive of one
of these earlier novels, it is impossible
not to feel that by the novelist him
self the facts of thestorv were regard
ed mainly as useful machinery by the
aid of which he might deliver himself
of a store of pregnant criticisms upon
men and manners.
The fortune and fate of the hero
formed no doubt an object of interest
to him and we may note everywhere
in the the literature of the eighteenth
century the signs of a new pleasure in
being able to describe and imitate the
minutest facts of real life and to trans
fer them into the mimic world of fic
tion but all this side of his labor was
evidently deemed of less dignity and
consideration than the functions of a
moral instructor.
A Braie Soldier
Out of the many instances of indi
vidual bravery which must have sig
nalized the struggle for independence,
few have been preserved but one,
that has been, lights up the melan
choly darkness of the scene with a pe
culiar brightness. At the battle of
Bunker Hill, John Callender, a captain
of artillery, had withdrawn from the
battle, and had disobeyed Putnam's
orders to return. The* battle over,
Putnam declared that if Callender was
not cashiered or shot, he would him
self leave the service. The court-mar
tial convicted him of cowardice, and
dismissed him "from all further ser
vice in the Continental army as an of
ficer." Coward or not, he was brave
enough to step down into the ranks of
the company he had commanded. The
27th of August found him on the
bights overlooking Flatbush. His
captain and lieutenant had fallen, and
his companions were beginning to re
treat. Springing in front of them, he
ordered them to return and man their
pieces. For a time his courage nour
ished theirs but at length he stood
alone, charging a field piece, while his
comrades were swept away by a tre
mendous onset of the enemy. Court
ing death, he made no signal of sur
render when the hostile bayonets were
at his breast but a brave officer in
terfered in his behalf, and he was
made a prisoner. AVashington, hear
ing of his conduct, ordered the sen
tence against him to be erased, and his
command to be restored to him and
when, a year later, he was exchanged,
he gave him his hand before the army
in token of his great respect and ad
miration. He left the service at the
end of the war with an enviable rep
utation.
Fi-hting for the Flaj
Perhaps one of the bitterest regrets
the officers and men of the Seventh
Cavalry will have for the unfortunate
battle of the Little Big Horn, will be
the loss of their standards. General
carried with him into action on
that occasion, not only his own divis
ion Mag, but the regimental standard,
both of which were captured by the
Indians. In addition to the division
anil regimental flags, Custer lost
live guidons carried by the five
companies that were with him. Colo
nel Reno on his field lost three of the
seven guidons carried into battle.
Of the fighting around Custer's flags,
nothing is known, but the battle on
Reno's side raged hardest whenever
the smaller tailed flags appeared.
Again and again the color-sergrants
were shot down, and their places im
mediately filled by others. About one
flag three men were killed and wound
ed, but it was at last borne off the field
in safety. Lieutenant De Rudio. see
ing a troop-flag fall, dismounted and
picked it up, and carried it away
through volleys from the Indian line
but he afterwards lost it in the timber,
where it became entangled in the
branches of a tree, and before he could
loosen it the Indians charged and cap
tured it. For this battle of the Little
Big Horn, the Indians have no less
than ten of our battle-flags to show as
an evidence of their bravery and prow
ess.
Exciting Scenes Among I)c Witt Talmage's
Disciples.
When De Witt Talmage proved his
own superior virtue by rushing into
the temptations of watering-places at
Martha's Vineyard, he left his elegant
mansion on the corner of Oxford
street and DeKalb avenue in Brooklv .„
in charge of a couple of his church
people, Elder Cobb and his wife, to
look after the house and furniture. It
is a large house, and the Elder grew
weary of it, so they invited another
couple to share the spoils of the man
sion with them. The second couple
did not stay long, and another couple
were invited, by Dr. Talmage's con
sent. The last-named pair consisted
of a young lawyer named Squires and
his wife. For a few days matters
moved along satisfactorily. Then
there was a difiiculty about the food,
then the ladies could not agree, and as
a result separate tables were main
tained. The divided house could not
go on in this way. and the next scene
was a wordy controversy between
Mrs. Squires, Mr. and Mrs. Cobb. The
women were especially violent, but
the day ended without anyboclv being
hurt. At length Elder Cobb wrote a
letter to Mr. Squires in* which he re
flected upon Mrs. Squires, and request
ed them to leave the house. Squires
asked an explanation and Cobb pro
ceeded to give it. They were adjust
ing their difficulties rapidly when Mrs.
Cobb put in an appearance and opened
the wounds afresh. One word led
to another, and finally a blow was
given and returned, and a regular fis
ticuff fight ensued. The women
screamed, the boys in the neighbor
hood yelled, and still the punching
continued until a policeman interfered
and prevented further hostilities.
Squires and his wife left the house,
and now the conduct of Elder Cobb
and Elderess Cobb will be investigated
by the church session.
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A. T. Stewart A- Co.. in Chicago.
From the Philadelphia Times.
The establishment of a branch house
of A. T. Stewart & Co. in Chicago,
marks what will prove to be the first
step in the decentralization of business
in this country. Hitherto New York
has been the metropolis the largest
importers and jobbers have had their
houses here, and all other cities have
been more or less dependent on the
metropolis. This new store, filled
with a stock of goods worth 82.000,000
and managed by Mr. William Libby,
the real head of the firm of A. T.
Stewart & Co., is a notice to western
merchants that they will gain nothing
by going further east than Chicago.
That city will become the distributing
centre of the great west, selling its
goods to every State between the
Rocky mountains and the Ohio. Chi
cago is already a great distributing
point. Thefirmsof John V. Farwell
&, Co., and Field Leiter, & Co., each do
a business amounting to a quarter of a
million a day, and there are others
second only to these but the estab
lishment of such a house as Stewart's
is, so to speak, ''sticking in a pin*' and
marking a centre. Mr. Libby is sure
to be followed by II. B. Claflm & Co.,
and others. William E. Burlock & Co.,
the largest shirt manufacturers in the
country, with a factory at Bridgeport
Conn., are the first to follow, having
telegraphed at once to a Chicago at
torney to lease a store for them near
Stewart's. Will anyone be so rash
as to predict that another generation
will not see the New York store the
branch, and the Chicago the head
quarters I
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Profitable Humbug.
A. J. Jennings writes from London
to The New YorK World can tell
you of a New Yorker who is likely to
make a good thing of it over here, al
though he only arrived a few weeks
ago. It is Mr. Slade. a medium—bet
ter known, 1 believe, as Dr. Slade. He
has taken a house in Bedford row. and
I undei stand that his day is pretty well
taken up with visitors. He charges 11
Is. each visitor. 1 never had the hon
or of consulting this medium myself,
but I was taken yesterday to some one
who saw him last Sunday, and lie gives
a wonderful account of his revelations,
or performances, or whatever may be
the proper name for them. Some very
eminent persons have already been
among Mr. Slade's visitors—you would
be surprised if I told you the names of
some of them. I should like to have
all in the excess x».ouo a jear which
Slade will make—at least tor the first
two years—after he gets well estab*
lished here. Spiritualism have been
making rather rapid strides of late.
A Knowing Dog.
Norwich Bulletn
There is a knowing dog. who lives
on the West side. A day or two ago,
his master feeling too ill to go out,
sent a negro boy to buy some meat for
I the dog. Being unable to obtain the
meat at the nearest market, the boy
undertook to go to another, but
the dog refused to let him come out of
I the first one without the meat. At
length the boy showed him the money
which he still retained, and the dog
permitted him to go, but instead of
running ahead of him as at first, kept
by his side, giving an occasional growl
as an indication that he was not to be
trifled with, and evidently under the
impression that his funds were in dan
ger of being embezzeled.
Very long polonaises are becoming to
large figures, which should avoid ev
erything short in the way of tunics
overskirts, &c.